Okay, let me start by saying I've never been too observent of women's come-ons when they're directed toward me. I can spot them a mile away when they're directed toward other guys though. Is that a curse or what?
Anyway, a couple weeks ago I go for a bike ride and as per my usual routine, afterwards, I pull on some sweats to cover my bike shorts and, well... sweat, throw my bike into my vehicle and head to Whole Foods for some juice and water. I'm standing in the checkout fiddling with my cash card and I hear this from the cashier.
Audible sigh. This causes me to look up at her.
"That guy! I wasn't smiling at him, I was smiling at you."
Being the clueless guy that I am, I turn to look for this guy.
No one there. In fact no guy anywhere.
Eye roll. Her, not me.
"I hate guys that think your all smiling at them when it's clear that you're the one I'm smiling at."
Sign receipt, grab bag of stuff, leave.
Now, you should know that I'm mid 50s and this cashier was a child. Maybe late 20s. No interest there, but certainly someone I'd good naturedly flirt with just for the sake of boosting our egos.
Later that day, I mention the scenario to an ex girlfiend at lunch. We're on good terms but both of us have moved on. She kicks me in the shin and tells me I have no ability to pick up on women's signals. Starts asking me about her body language and the way she handed me the receipt, parting words etc. Huh?
So gentlemen and gentlewomen, did I miss a hit, or was she just a friendly sales person?
Anyway, a couple weeks ago I go for a bike ride and as per my usual routine, afterwards, I pull on some sweats to cover my bike shorts and, well... sweat, throw my bike into my vehicle and head to Whole Foods for some juice and water. I'm standing in the checkout fiddling with my cash card and I hear this from the cashier.
Audible sigh. This causes me to look up at her.
"That guy! I wasn't smiling at him, I was smiling at you."
Being the clueless guy that I am, I turn to look for this guy.
No one there. In fact no guy anywhere.
Eye roll. Her, not me.
"I hate guys that think your all smiling at them when it's clear that you're the one I'm smiling at."
Sign receipt, grab bag of stuff, leave.
Now, you should know that I'm mid 50s and this cashier was a child. Maybe late 20s. No interest there, but certainly someone I'd good naturedly flirt with just for the sake of boosting our egos.
Later that day, I mention the scenario to an ex girlfiend at lunch. We're on good terms but both of us have moved on. She kicks me in the shin and tells me I have no ability to pick up on women's signals. Starts asking me about her body language and the way she handed me the receipt, parting words etc. Huh?
So gentlemen and gentlewomen, did I miss a hit, or was she just a friendly sales person?